Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Vilanelle: Cold Dawn; That Dog Smell

Cold Dawn

I feel the cold dawn of old age.
My years run swifter than a weaver’s shuttle.
My youthful strength was flimsy camouflage.

I think the golden years are a mirage.
My joints eagerly join in the rebuttal.
I feel the cold dawn of old age.

Where is my understudy from offstage?
Come do my stunts, be me, and make it subtle.
My youthful strength was flimsy camouflage.

I don’t want to engage but disengage.
My works are rusted ships but fit to scuttle.
I feel the cold dawn of old age.

One day you wake with nothing to assuage
But boredom. And there’s no one left to coddle.
My youthful strength was flimsy camouflage.

Pain from my ankles to my shoulder blades:
This is my harvest, this the body’s total.
I feel the cold dawn of old age.
My youthful strength was flimsy camouflage.



Today I can only afflict the reader with trivialities. Yesterday Kathleen and I cleaned the house. I vacuumed. She had me put some kind of powder down first that helps separate animal hair from carpet hair. Whatever. On my hands and knees going up the stairs, the small brush nozzle attachment kept getting plugged with hair. It was dog hair, not carpet hair. Could it be the magic powder wasn’t magic, or was the carpet hair swept into the vacuum first, leaving only dog hair behind?

Afterwards I went to vacuum the car, so I took everything out of it, including Kenyon’s blanket. I handed the blanket to Kathleen. “I just washed that,” she said. “Smells like dog,” was all I said.

You know that wet dog smell? It’s like a wool sweater soaked with rain. There’s a damp mustiness about it that nothing can quite match. You can find it in the scratch-and-sniff book for masochists.


2 Kilorats,

CE

5 comments:

  1. enjoyed that too, not quite to my tastes as some of them have been, but still good.

    oh, and the names Mikle by the way.
    feel free to use it, iconsequential was just how i was feeling when i created the blog thing...
    masks...
    :)

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  2. I like this poem CE. It has a hard edge that I go for: "My works are rusted ships but fit to scuttle." Thanks for posting it.

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  3. Anonymous9:32 AM PST

    Wish you all a good Thanksgiving.
    I'm thankful to be able to read you and your contributions. I'm thankful we're all here.

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  4. sorry if that was a bit, i dunno, presumptuous? but I spend so much time here, i thought you deserved mor than the mask, as you appear not to use one :)

    ...

    err

    i'll shut up now.

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